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I am the worst person to talk about weddings

Hahahahaha! I’m to write about wedding planning tips today. They must have been thinking, Who is the most inappropriate person EVER to write about weddings and planning for such a big day? Aha! The serialdeviant!

I won’t lie and say people haven’t been asking questions about whether Neil and I will eventually do the deed. My uncle has even been speculating on my apparent desire to have children (apparent only to him, I think, I like children, and am most fond of the ability to return them to their parents)! So he’s jumped ahead a little bit.

But, for the purposes of this post, let’s assume I am a bit of a control freak (oh wait, I am a bit of a control freak), and I have a wedding to plan. It doesn’t have to be MY wedding I’m planning. First things first, if I were even to think about a wedding that might involve me in some way, I am not Singaporean enough to desperately require an elaborate church service, tea ceremony, and Chinese wedding dinner — a real waste of money for only one day in your life, IMHO. I hate planning events. I don’t want to be disappointed when things don’t turn out perfectly, and I really don’t ever recall ever willingly planning a party for myself. I don’t even enjoy celebrating my own birthday, unless a big feed at a favourite restaurant is the main focus.

I have been to a number of weddings, as befits my age. Most of my friends are married, some even have children. From the reports I’ve heard, planning a wedding day is pretty stressful. So I guess it really helps when there are experienced people helping you out, free of charge. I hear that in many countries, finding a decent location for the reception is quite a feat in itself, requiring a year’s advance booking. The bride and groom may want different cakes (and the website I’m linking to in this post has informed me of the existence of a groom’s cake), both sets of parents may have clashing ideas over where they should sit and who to invite, there may be crazy relatives who don’t even want to be seen in the same room…

And no, I’m not going to tell you anything about any plans Neil and I may or may not have.

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